Tyrian grabbed a pen off the demon’s desk and scribbled something down. “Call that

number when you hear something. I’ll be waiting. Consider this your top priority. I’m calling in the debt you owe me.”

A look shuttered over the demon’s face. Then he nodded and Tyrian was leading her out to the elevator. They stepped over the crumpled bodies of the guards and got into the elevator.

“What debt does he owe you?”

He hit the button to take them to the lobby.

“I asked you a question.” Still, he ignored her. Something hot, wild, and completely pissed off came over her.

Chloe slammed her hand on the big red button and the entire elevator shuttered to a hard stop. Tyrian cut her a cold, hard glare that she ignored. She launched herself into his arms. For some reason it didn’t surprise her that his arms came around her or that he held her close.

She pulled her mouth up to his, excitement making her breaths come fast. “I want you.”

He blinked once then said, “Now is not the right time.” Inside, she seethed. Where was the fire, the passion in this man? She’d felt it, had even seen glimpses of it. Chloe was growing wet and needy. And that something she needed was him.

“Right now is the perfect time. I’m not leaving this elevator until one of two things happen.”

“You do realize I could easily carry you out of here.” His chilly words hardened her nipples.

“If you do then I’ll take off my clothes and show every single guard we walk past my tattas.” She wiggled her chest to prove her point. The muscles in his body tightened and she thought good. Be jealous, if only a little. She still hadn’t gotten over the whole frimar thing , anyway. And she was petty enough that it felt good to know he was jealous.

“I am your Protector. I’m not here to be your servant. I told you to find another warrior for your sexual needs and I meant it. I will send word to the castle as soon as we leave. You can have your choosing of whomever you want. Draven or Rayn perhaps?”

“I don’t want anyone but you.” She wanted to close the distance between their lips. She was dying to kiss him again, but she couldn’t yet. Not yet.

“You’re a fool.”

“Perhaps you’re the fool, Tyrian. Like I said, I need you. I haven’t been touched in forever and I feel like I’m close to asking the next man I see to take me,” she said with raw honesty. She showed him the truth in her eyes and she felt his body coil even tighter. Purposely, she didn’t add that it was his saucy behavior since arriving here that had her so revved up.

“Take off your pants and let’s finish this then,” he said.

Chloe’s eyes flew wide and then she tossed her head back and laughed. Slowly she shook her head, feeling good and light after the debacle that happened at the castle this morning. She still had every intention of learning more about his frimar and his family, but right now she wanted something much more physical.

“Here’s what we’re going to do,” she said, sliding down his body. He let her go and she dropped to her knees before him, hooking her fingers in his pant loops. “You’re going to feed me your cock and I’m going to suck it.” The hot flare in his eyes soothed the insecurity that nagged at her that this was a bad idea. That she had no business trying to pursue someone like him.

Her heart raced at being so bold, and her tongue darted out to wet her lips at the thought of taking him into her mouth. Her eyes locked on his as she reached for the button of his pants.

She started to pull it open, when hard hands grabbed her wrists.

Chloe looked up at his cold blue eyes and tried to tell him it’s okay, to let her please him.

He shook his head curtly and stepped away from her. A second later, the elevator was coasting back down to the lobby.

Chloe stood on wobbly legs, caught somewhere between humiliation and hurt. She

almost let him get away with it. Almost let him keep the reigns.

Fuck that, she thought, and slammed her hand into the emergency break again. The

elevator shuddered to another hard stop.

Tyrian glared at Chloe, this time anger shining in his eyes. The succubus was trying to drive him crazy. Why else would she continually disobey him at the most simple of orders?

Just as he was about to release the emergency break again, she sauntered up to him. That was the only way he could describe it. She came up to him like a sexually aware woman that wanted to learn all of his dirty secrets. How did she manage to make his heart race when no other had in so long?

She stopped before him, resting her soft hands lightly on his chest. He barely registered the pressure of it before she grabbed his face and pulled his mouth down to hers. This was not soft or gentle. She slammed her lips against his like she was trying to imprint the feel of her onto his soul. He fought the urge to take her into his arms.

In the next second, her soft tongue was in his mouth. Soft, wet, the thoughts triggered something primitive inside him. Something dark and dangerous that always lurked just beneath the surface. She always seemed to tap into that so easily, so quickly. How did she do it?

Her hand cupped his throbbing cock through his pants and a ragged groan left him. He tried to hold back, not to give in, but it was as if a dam had broken and the water was flooding in.

He kissed her back just as hard, tasting every crevice inside her mouth, loving the soft sounds she made in her throat. She squeezed him again, stroking his length, her touch melting the wall he held around himself as if it were wax and she a burning flame.

All his years of training did nothing to prepare him for this. Her taste was sweet like a sparkling white wine and her lips were soft as satin.

She tore her mouth away to feast at his neck and his fangs dropped, throbbing in time to his cock. He wanted, no needed, for her to bite him—needed to feed her in that primal way. But she only bit at his skin with her blunt straight teeth, ran her hand along the ridge of his cock up and down, up and down. Pulling forth liquid heat only she seemed to find until it was nearly boiling in his veins.

No longer could he keep his hands to himself. He cupped her bottom one-handed and

rocked her core against him. She made a wild, needy sound then was sliding down his body. She was burning hot against him, and he knew if he dipped his fingers down her jeans, he’d find her soft and wet.

“Are you an enchantress?” He hadn’t meant to ask it, but the words had slipped by his tight control. Her eyes softened, a small smile curving at the corner of her mouth.

“No, Tyrian. I just want you.” It was on the tip of his tongue to question why. She was beautiful, smart and had a charming aura about her that, for some unknown reason, intrigued him. If he were to bare his soul and be honest, he’d admit that he liked her.

She rubbed her cheek along his shaft, her hand stroking the hard press of him through the material of his pants. Breathing became difficult. Was the oxygen in the elevator gone? Violent images blasted through his mind. He pulling down his zipper and aiming his cock at her mouth.

He would hold her by her hair as he thrust into her hot, wet mouth, then urge her to suck him faster. He wanted to spend in her mouth and watch her swallow his seed. Then he wanted to lick her body up, from her ankles to her wrists and everywhere in between.

As he began to wonder what her pussy would taste like, his zipper was pulled down and cool air breezed over his hot shaft.

Tyrian pulled his eyes open with some effort. There were so many reasons why this

couldn’t be, yet none of them came to mind. He watched her reach in and pull out his cock. He was hard and unbending. Watching her small hand on him did something to him, snapped that dark dangerous urge he kept hidden deep, made that boiling need topple over and spill.